Yesterday was a day for exclamation marks!
My sistah, the lovely “Mrs Q” who posts around the blogosphere from time-to-time, surprised us all! She had her baby a day earlier than her scheduled c-section!
Now, I was not there when the baby arrived, but I got the scoop, and since she has not started her own blog (yet. . .I’m working on her), I will share the scoop with you. It’ll be better if you imagine you are her, ok? Play along. . .
(dissolve to dream sequence; you look fabulous with this filtering thingy over the camera lens!)
Imagine that you are scheduled to have a c-section on Tuesday because your beloved second child cannot figure out how to get out of your belly. Instead of head down, or even feet down, this baby lies sideways, turning your poor distended stomach into a hammock of sorts. Sway, sway, sway. You are in p-a-i-n from all this swaying.
Imagine that in the darkened wee hours of Monday morning, you feel your water break. You start off for the hospital with your husband who breaks all land-speed records (he, in fact, causes a sonic boom!) by driving you to the one-hour-away hospital in 25 minutes.
Imagine that the hospital starts to get you ready for a c-section since the baby is still breech. You are still in triage, in a teeny, tiny little room. Everyone seems to be moving v..e..r..y…..s…l…o…w…l…y… even though your contractions are less than two minutes apart, and did I mention that this is your second child?
Imagine that you tell a nurse that you feel like you feel like there is too much pressure, you need to push. She smiles and tells you that all will be fine, to hang in there and wait for the anesthesiologist to get there (yes, you can imagine that this is all happening without a single narcotic in your system).
Imagine that you feel . . . something . . . and then, ohmygodthatisafootafootiscomingoutofmybodyohmygodohmygodohmygod. The nurse, glances over, shrieks, and runs out of the room screaming, “BREECHFOOTBABYBIRTHRIGHTNOW!!!!”, or something like that.
Imagine there are now eight others crowded into a teeny tiny triage room. One of these strangers gets the other leg down and then. . .SLOOP!. . .pulls out your baby after a couple of short pushes by you.
Imagine that someone cuts the cord and then the baby—-disappears! The nurses have run out of the teeny tiny room with the baby to find a place to clean the baby off. Wonder why you are still calling this child “the baby” and asks politely, “What did I have? Is it a boy? A girl?” Watch as everyone in the teeny tiny room looks at each other and realizes that no one knows! Someone is sent to find your baby, and you soon find out that IT’S A GIRL!
A beautiful, perfect baby girl with jet black hair and long fingernails. You are soon holding your perfect baby girl in the hammock position she loved for so many months.
Behold beautiful baby girl and momma.
And, here is me with my new–and first–niece. Could I look any happier? I don’t think so.